It feels like its late in coming
I turn right, thinking I’ve caught you by my eye’s side
I find light, sinking through from cracks, ruins
I find no one else but myself, standing in dust
In desert inspiration, covered by all and none
Confused with all the pictures of a single life
Many, varied, pretty, false
In fatalistic turn I forget about hope and seek solace in despair
Then in the wanton blur of drunken sarcasm and narcissism
I am right, and its so against the world
But still, I feel voided; I feel void

The space of grass blades, the land and sky clashing
The dutiful war upon soil of marching rain
The awed explosions of ecstatic love for beautiful red sunsets
In moments all the more rare, they make me want to live
To be free from solitary cage
From miserable island miserly and unsmiling
From dead ends and frantic searches for escape routes
Here, dying is living, but where is the right and wrong juxtaposition?
I wish, dearly crave for life
For the smiles and laughter and hugs and kisses
For the shared tears and seared comforters
For the orchards and flower fields scenting up to our atmosphere
For a world as I have barely ever had it
The life is rising as sounds to fill thirsting ears
Starved of truth, joy, peace and contentment
After the storm of empty materialism has raged and ravaged
I am dying to live, in the midst of living traffic
Perhaps mostly dead too, yet being walking, thriving corpse
Nothing gives me the fiery fuel for finding essence here
Except the discovery of wasteland that stays following rampaging materialism
Everyman left open and dull in the end
Finished by lies of destructive promise

So I’m dying to live, fighting to die fulfilled
The world is not enough, so I give in to another instead
The Divine is my hope for meaning
God is my light, my life, my salvation
One without whom life lived is just death in procession.

The Lord whose hand stays the waters
The Lord that blossomed life with His word
His command moves the air where He wills
The land is solid because He told it to be

Life sustains because of His mind
His love we need yet run we try
His promises are signed with colors in the sky
The waves of the sea? don’t move freely

The sand of the shore
The animals that fly
The relationship between Him you and I
Its all a part of His mind

Lord we submit and we are afraid
Hard times will come
But the road You lead us down
Ends at home
At rest in Your Son
Until the day He returns

We want to love you
Show us we don’t so that we can
Jesus please hold my heart, mind, and hand

The lines and links on your faces’ journey mean something to me
The route, the paths that cut through from lashes to chin
The highs of smiles upon cheek, the joys borne by smiling through lip rims
The lows of hanging heads, of jaws let down like your battered spirit
Your life is a treasure throve, a beautiful grove, a barely explored road
Not looked up, not viewed, not let to minister, to point the way ahead
But I look at you, feeling empty and without worth
The world is the little that I could give to let you be near me
Move oceans and reconstruct landscapes to make you see
Part clouds and drive back storms to unveil the truth
Fix the spot you stand upon, make the world’s sounds seem gibberish
Let your choices be, but make them be to you, what they truly are
My perception becoming yours
Opening up your eyes

I can only love you enough to make you see what blustering calm I bring
If only your hunt for comfort be laid aside this once, thenceforth
Give me your weary heart, your tearful face, your destroyed dreams
I gave you my life
What else couldn’t I give to see you truly joyful
All your world’s pleasures could sink in seas, could be gutted by flames, could rot and rust
Your very flesh could decay six feet deep days now or decades later
But your life is worth enough to me
Enough to seek you the world over
Till I find the way to your heart, and sweep your feet to commit to me
I will raise you up and above the world’s nothingness
You’ll find that you were made to last forever
In me.

After dark, you’ll see the varnished feather flutter timidly
The tone of our voices will be hush and snore
The candle light will be a dancing damsel dilly-dallying in last rite
Final performance before silent passing out
Life snuffed out, forgotten, just old, just picture-in-mind
Grinding to pieces the snappy progression of infinity
Grand purpose apparently contradicted, crossed, disrupted
So our eyes see these occurrences
Old, unconnected, in disarray
In regular attitude, we conclude that we find no pattern
We find no meaning

But don’t forget the times we forayed in joyful dance
When we boldly dared the dizzying heights
When we stuttered upon broken gravel straits, not even cringing
When the weightiest of tasks seemed lightest to give away
Our post of freedom, our line of confidence
Our bastion of hope
Life is the gift, the package of togetherness which we together unwrap
The silent meditation birthing jubilant cries and repentant wails
Our voices in union, in seclusion
Don’t forget the times of sunshine, of chattering teeth and drenched backs
All the seasons and all the flowers, crumpled and blossoming and dropping
The cycle of living and dying, the wave of rise and fall
The contrasts that help us comprehend, that help us define
The world temporal, and eternity boundless
Divine writ we read with hearts wide open to life.

When life seems dark
And the wisdom of men have failed
How about Grace?

A young teenager
Dropped out of school
With an unplanned child
On the verge of being disowned
By the only ones she calls her own
How about Grace?

Another, depressed from the news of having divorced parents
Carrying a burden of responsibilities as the first son
And pressures from cults in school
How about Grace?

Yet another, what should be termed ” JOY” alone
Is mixed with sadness all along
When all options seem futile
Thoughts of suicide skim your mind because you don’t belong
In that battle where evil should win because the soldier has lost his shield
How about Grace?

When this habit or rather addiction
Makes it evident that by flesh shall no man prevail
How about Grace?

Well here is this fountain
Purchased by a priceless blood
In surrender to all ideas, races and decisions and possible solutions
To the perfect source of help
To be in peace, salvation
This is Grace

Grace is his name
This is He that calls you
He loves and predestined you to be justified and glorified in Him
How about Grace?
Why not turn to him

-Azubuike Hannah